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Equidistant from the northern and southern boundaries, and halfway 
between Vermont’s largest cities. 

On New York Central Lines (Rutland Railroad). Four trains daily each 
way between New York and Montreal, via Albany, Troy, Bennington and Rut¬ 
land, and four trains also between Boston and Montreal via Fitchburg and 
Bellows Falls. 

Fare (mileage) from New York, $5.34; from Boston, $4.00. 


The Bachelor of Arts degree is bestowed on the successful completion of 
180 term-hours. A term-hour is an hour of recitation per week. As a student 
has normally 15 hours a week, he accomplishes usually 45 hours a year, and re¬ 
quires four years to gain credit for 180 hours. The course may be taken in 
three years, if one can do the work. Latin must be studied at least the Fresh¬ 
man year for the B. A. degree. This course is open to both men and women. 

A course leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science will be offered in 
1909-10. The entrance requirements will be not less than for the B. A. degree, 
but substitutions may be made for Latin The design of this course is to pre¬ 
pare students to enter the third year classes of the best schools of engineering 
without examination, and at the same time to provide a thorough liberal educa¬ 
tion in literature, history, political economy, and pure science. The B. S. course 
is for men exclusively, and may be completed in three years, if the student 
shows the necessary ability and application. 


The location of Middlebury in a frugal agricultural region favors economy. 
Many students spend less than $300 a year, and earn much of this themselves. 
F^special encouragement is shown to the enterprising youth who have to help 
themselves. Tuition is $So a year. Rooms for men, in comfortable stone dor¬ 
mitories, with steam heat and electric light, ;^30.oo a year. Board at Hamlin 
Commons ^3.00 per week. 


F^dward Day Collins, Ph. D., A. B. Yale, 1896, Professor of Pedagogy. 

Raymond MacF'arland, A. M., A. B. Amherst, 1897, Assistant Professor of 

Secondary Education. 

F'rank William Cady, B. Litt., A. B. Middlebury, 1899, Ass’t Professor of English. 
Thomas Clachar Brown, Ph D., A. B. Amherst, 1904, Ass’t Professor of Geology, 
Everett Skillings, A. M., A. B. Bates, Assistant Professor of German. 

Raymond Henry White, A. M., A. B. Yale, 1906, Instructor in Latin. 


Familiarize yourself with the entrance requirements early in your prepara¬ 
tory course. Except to students of strong technical bent and of mature years, 
preparation in l.atin is strongly urged. Write for a catalogue and for any de¬ 
sired information, stating what year you are likely to enter College. 

JOHN M. d'HOMAS, President. 



Teacherg’ A g'ency. 

The Leading Hotel in Vermont— 

American Plan ^2.50 to ^5.00 per day. 

Parlor, Bedroom and Bath en suite. 

Hardwood Floors, Oriental Rugs, Brass 
Beds, Steam Heat, Electric Lights, 
Private Dining Rooms, French Chefs. 
Special Meals served at Any Time. 


Only Hotel in City with Own Private 
Garage and Livery on Premises. 

Automobile Supplies of all kinds. Bat¬ 
teries Recharged. Automobile Re¬ 
pairs at any time of day or night by 
competent workmen. 

Wire for Rooms. 

Supplies Schools of all Grades 

with Competent Teachers. As¬ 
sists Teachers in obtaining 


The following graduates of Middlebury 
College, class of '07, are filling positions 
secured through our recommendation: 

Agnes Murdoch, High School, St. Al- 
•bans, Vt. 

E, M. Gove, The Gunnery School, Wash¬ 
ington, Conn. 

Kathleen M. Adams, High School, Mil- 
lerton, N. Y. 

Jas. M, D. Olmsted, High School, Spring 
Valley, N. Y. 

Miss Marguerite Harwood was elected to a 
position in New York through our aid, but 
declined it in order to accept one nearer her 

We can certainly be of service to Middle¬ 
bury graduates, and we want to hear from the 
Class of 1908. 


81 Chapel St, Albany, N.Y. 

On any Article Athletic 
pleases the boy. It gives 
to the Ball, Bat, Mask, 
its proper classification— 
THE BEST. Agency at 


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popular because we are watchful of 
details. " Perfection is made up of 
trifles, but perfection itself is no 
trifle.’* Perfection in Soda Water 
making demands good apparatus, 
the finest fruit juices and fruit 
pulps, pure syrups, absolute cold 
and perfect cleanliness^both inside 
and outside the fountain. These 
points and many others we look 

out for. 

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Soda This Season? 



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Cut Flowers at All Times 



E. G. HUNT, Jr. 

Tel. Connections. 

Lunch Room 

All Hours of the Day. 
All Hours of the Night. 

Ladies’ Room separate. 

Bakery has just been moved to the new 
building west of Beckwith’s. 

Fancy Biscuits, Cakes, 
Crackers and Bread. 

G. T. Kidder 



Office over Post-office in Battell Blk, 

Office Bours: 

8 to 12 a. m , and 
I to 5 p. m. 

Telephone Call 110 2 



Buying elsewhere, see my 
line of Stamped Goods, in¬ 
cluding Shirt Waists, Hats, 
Centerpieces, Aprons, etc. 

I. S. Waugh 


will have on 

hand, at her home on Seymour St., 
a full line of . . 

College and Fraternity Pillows, 

And a full line of the latest designs in 
Fancy Work. 




Fine custom Shoe Making and Re¬ 
pairing. Rubber Boots repaired. 

Shoe Shop, - Bakery Lane. 


Prudential Life Insurance 


Home Office, 

Carl J. Kilburn 

The “Old ReliableJacksons have 
been photographing College Students ever 
since the present Seniors were in the kinder¬ 
garten, and not a student has ever had to 
take a picture that didn’t suit him. 




For sale at..,. 


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Battell Block. 







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Sole agents for the 



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Steam Heat, Eiectric Lights and Bells. 

Free 'Bus to Train. 

Adjoiniug Fair Grounds, Middlebury, Vermont 

Bring your feet to us 
We give them fits. 



The College Then and the College Now 

Class Poem 



The Hidden Gold 

Twentieth Century Individuality 

The “M,” the Key, or the Girl 
The Course of True Love 

In a German University Lecture Room 

Student Customs at a Swedish Universh y 

Josephus and the Valedictorian 

The Summer School Session 

St. Lawrence-Middlebury Deba'ie 


Class Day 

Prize Speaking Contests 

Alumni Day 

Commencement Day 















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The Faculty of the Summer Session 


The Editor 


Alumni Notes 



In the College World 

Zbc fllbibMcbur^ dampus 




Published Monthly except January, June, August and September. 

VOL. V. JULY, 1909. No. S. 


Frank A. Farnsworth, Jr., ’09, Editor-in-Chie£. 









EGBERT c. HADLEY, ’lo, - Business Manager. 

MR. JOHN A. FLETCHER, ’87, - - Treasurer. 



MR. J. A. FLETCHER, ’87. 

E. C. HADLEY, To. 


Football —Manager, Harold D. Leach, ’lo; Captain, Ray C. Miller, *11. 

Base Ball —Manager, Daniel J. Ricker, 09’; Captain, Carson H. Beane '09, 

Athletic Association President, W. L. Carpenter, ’09; Secretary, R, A Currier, 'lo. 

Y. M. C. A.—President, H. M. Hall, *09; Secretary, W. H. Carter, ^10. 

\* W. C. A. President, Hazel McLeod, ’09; Vice-president, Inez M. Cook, ’09; Secretary, 

Mabel Martin, 'ji. 

Debating Union— President, Ross C. Holt, '09; Vice-president, Ray C. Miller, ’ii; 

Secretary, John Avery, ’ii; Executive Committee, Henry S. 
White, ’09, J. A. Chalmers, ’09; Edwin S. Sunderland, 
'ii; Manager, Edwin S. Sunderland, 'ii. 

College Musical Association— President, H. A. Severy, *09; Vice-president, R. C. 

Ryder,’10; Secretary-Treasurer, R. A. Kilburn, T i; Leader 
of Glee Club, Prof. E. Watts Cunningham; Manager, L D. 
Hagar, ’09; Leader of Orchestra, A. W. Peach, ’09; 

Manager, B. S. Stewart, ’ii; Leader of Mandolin Club, 
B. S. Stewart, ’i i. 

Subscrip tion, $1.00 a Year, - - Single Copies, 15 Cents 

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HEN I came to College in 1854, the Faculty was com 
posed of the President, who taueht Ethics and Economics 

a Professor, who besides teaching Mathematics 

Astronomy, was the college Treasurer 
Latin, and a little German : one of Bot 

ematics, Ph^^sics, and 
a Professor of Greek, 
V, Zoolop-y. and Chem¬ 

istry ; one of Rhetoric, English Composition, Elocution, Logic, 
and Metaphysics; and a Tutor who picked up the leavings with 

the lower classes. 

The instruction was 

excepting in Chemistry, I do not recall that I ever heard what 
mie'ht be called a Lecture. We studied the text-book, and recited 


Then, and for a lone^ time 

were no electives, but one unvaried curriculum for all. 

We were haled from our beds early in the morning by the 
clamorous bell, that seemed to clang more imperatively then than 
now, and summoned by it to prayers, and to a recitation before 
breakfast. It called us all together again at iitoo, and once 
again at 4:00. Two recitations were had on Saturday ; and two 

again at 4:00. 

on Wednesday, followed by Rhetoricals, at which the three lower 
classes declaimed, and the Seniors delivered original orations or 

engaged in class debates. 

Once in three weeks, all Juniors, 

Sophomores, and Freshmen read on Thursday mornings composi¬ 
tions before their class-mates on subjects of their own choice. 
Once a year the Seniors held a Public Debate, and the class below 

had their Junior Exhibition. 

Two Societies, the Philadelphian 

and the Philomathesian, the one for conference and worship and 
the other for debates and essays, had weekly meetings. 

Commencement occurred about the middle of August and 
the college re-opened in September. The long vacation was in 
the winter to enable the students to teach in district schools round 
about and elsewhere. 

The College buildings consisted of the Chapel and Painter 
Hall on the Hill, and a wooden structure where the Graded School 

edifice now stands. 

All living rooms in the dormitories were 

lighted and heated by the students’ lamps and .stoves; the halls 

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were dark and dirty ; the water we drank we drew from the well 
back of Painter Hall ; and that in which we laved came from the 
cistern south of it. The library room was in the Chapel building, 
and was never profaned by the entrance into it of students ; but 
once a week we received from it our tale of books—if the librarian 

could find them. 


The Campus was a tangled thicket of trees. The ground 
beneath them was a total stranger to the lawn-mower, but once a 
year was clipped by the scythe for the sake of its hay, which on 
its way to the barn usually tarried for a night in the Chapel, 
unless the lynx-eyed Tutor detected the frolic and foiled the 
student frolicers. 

The income of the College was scanty in the extreme; a 
meager pittance of $1200 or so was doled out to each Professor, 
and $600 to the Tutor—of which salaries, unless my memory has 
let slip what it would be likely to hold, much was finally remitted. 
The glorious Starrs had not then risen above our financial horizon 
—although, about i860, the Starr Hall was erected; and, burning 
down a little later, was rebuilt by the same benevolent donors. 

Students were even scantier than money. The class of 1855 
graduated five strong—a quincunx—and our thin ranks were 
afterwards terribly depleted by the war. 

We had not even a shadow of the present semblance of a gym¬ 
nasium, no base-ball ground, and no base-ball game, save that in 
which a soft ball was used, with which the ‘ ‘ Casey at the bat ’ ’ 
was caught out, or put out when hit by it on his way to the goal. 
Foot-ball, I am not grieved at saying, was then unknown. 

And yet—I am speaking of my own time—in spite of all these 
deficiencies and disadvantages, perhaps in consequence of them, 
the College was then preparing and sending out men of whom the 
the world has since heard—the Hebraist and theologian Mead of 
’56, the Federal jurist Severens of ’57, the able Walker lawyers 
of ’58, the accomplished Shipman of ’59, the learned Interstate 
Commissioner Walker of ’62, the erudite Brainerd of ’64, and the 
scholarly Higley, who returned to College after distinguished 
service in the field, and graduated in ’68. 

One who has kept in rather close touch with the College is 
measurably disqualified for seeing and recording the growth she 
has made and is making year by year. It is when we take years 
half a century or so apart and contrast the College now with the 



College then that we fully appreciate her growth in students and 
professors and endowment and equipment and books and conven¬ 
iences and breadth of curriculum, in outward appearance and in 
hold upon her constituency. 

I speak by the card, I am sure, when I say that in no year 
has the college undergone greater development than during the 
one just closing. With what pains must the body of the dear old 
mother have been racked in keeping the Weston gait held by her 
through the year ! One almost fears that she will not be able to 
stand the strain, and feels like crying out to the Trustees to curb 
the man who is putting her through these paces. 

These few things I hope for : that the extension of College 
work will not be purchased at the price of its intension; that the 
humanities will not be oversloughed by the scientific studies; that 
the elective system will be kept well in hand ; that in the segrega¬ 
tion of the sexes whatever wholesome influence each has had upon 
the other will be preserved ; that the Oxford hostility of the gown 
for the town will never be transplanted to our soil; and that the 
College will keep in the closest possible touch with the Churches 
of Middlebury and vicinity. As one who had to do with the se¬ 
lection of Mr. Thomas for the presidency, and knows something 
of his purposes, I am happy in believing that some of the things 
dear to me are as dear to him. 

I cannot close without a word of caution, if not of warning. 
The College may be able to stand the rate at which she is travel¬ 

ing, but 


making. A man cannot be ubiquitous—be 

time—unless he is a bird, to use a well-worn 

Hibernicism. Festina 

College men are very slow, 

They seem to take their ease, 
For even when they graduate 
They do it by degrees. 




IKE one who lingers when the day is done, 
When heaven’s lights have fleeted to the west 
And all the world is sinking into rest, 

And every cloud has robes of glory on, 

Those last grand memories of the setting sun; 
Like one who lingers dreaming of the past 
Or of the future, mayhap, turns at last 
To find the work of living just begun; 

Like him we linger in the evening hour. 

While the bright dreams of youth still light 
The clouds that threaten in the future’s sky, 
And like him muse within the dreamer’s bower 
Of care-free days that have escaped us quite 
And sterner days that now are drawing nigh. 


Today we stand upon life’s mystic shore, 

Ready to loose the bark that has so long 
Tossed at the mooring; safe and strong 
It seems, and loaded well with goodly store, 

A hopeful craft it seems,—but there before 
The troubled billows of the ocean lie, 

Billows which try the strength of ships that ply 
Their traffic there, and sail the waters o’er; 

And as we in our turn sail this vast sea 

In ships where lives are freight and where a soul 
Is prize for which we labor, we shall steer 
Our course by stars we’ve learned of thee. 

Dear alma mater, thus avoid the shoal 
Of doubt and sorrow always lurking nigh. 

Exit mirth and frolic: enter work. 

We’ve said goodbye to all the gladsome days, 

And now we enter into other ways, 

Nor can we longer cares of labor shirk, 

For we must share the burden and must stand 

Where work seems hardest and reward seems small 
Let work be recompense, if we work at all— 

Ah, ’tis the rigor of the fight that’s grand; 

Ah, ’tis the fight we want, and not the praise 
For what we gain, for praise is only dross; 

Rather to labor faithfully and from the sod 
Lift up our eyes to light of better days. 

Rather to lose—yes! what the world calls loss— 

To build a path of glory to our God. 

Thus far together on life’s pate we’ve come 

While flowers bloomed, and rosy was the down; 
And now we part, but part without derrur. 
Willing to to know the morning nearly done. 

And glad to take that one step farther on. 

That step which counts and builds a character. 




44/^^ONFOUND it! ” I exploded on reaching the sidewalk af- 

ter a long interview with my old friend, Dr. North. 
“Here’s the devil of a prospect. Banished for two months to 
the end of nowhere and no one to look after the business.’’ 

However, a mental breakdown stared me in the face, and— 
well—the office might better run on one leg for a while than 
sink into oblivion for the lack of either member later on. And 
Crasworth, he might attend to things. Confound it, he’s got to 
attend to things ! 

So the storm passed, and a sunny spring morning a few days 
later found me northward bound for a little hamlet in the Vermont 
mountains known as Blue Ridge. The increased worry and 
anxiety of the past few days had quite exhausted me, so after a 
listless survey of the morning’s paper, I leaned back and with 
the monotonous rumble of the train fell asleep. 

On waking, I perceived that we had already crossed the 
border. The long wooded hills rolled away to north and south, 
while the fields and meadow lands, flushed with the tender green 
of early spring, lay bright in the noon sunshine. In the upland 
pastures here and there cattle were browsing contentedly, and as 
we rolled along sheep and horses which had run from the 
approaching train, turned to gaze at us from behind fantastic 
stump fences. As the time went by, the restfulness of the scene 
stole over me, so that by the time Blue Ridge was announced, I 
had not only ceased to conjure up unattractive possibilities, but 
was actually thankful that an inscrutable providence had piloted 
me in this direction. 

After a ride of a mile or so in an ancient buckboard, I arrived 
at the store over which, I was speedily informed by the propri¬ 
etor who helped me to alight, were the rooms I had engaged. 
These, as my artistic sensibilities are not acute, proved quite 
satisfactory, and as the table turned out to be hearty and whole¬ 
some, I settled back to let the quiet and the mountain air do their 

For several days short rambles through the woods and about 
the foot hills in the near vicinity, augmented by the gossip of 
occasional farmers dropping in at the store, sufficed to divert my 
mind and afford a certain interest in an environment alien to all 



iiiv previous experience. But gradually the unbroken monotony 
began to manifest itself. The endless silence of the woods and 
fields and the gloomy solitudes of the mountains commenced to 
wear upon me, while the meagerness of the life reflected in the 
gossip at the store made me ache for a word with some one who 
had seen the world and knew of the happenings of the life outside. 

I continued thus for some time, until finally I resolved as a 
last resort to make a call upon the minister of the village, an old 
man by the name of John Carleton. The house, it appeared, was 
situated some distance from my rooms, within the shadow of a 
projecting spur of the hills, and as I neared it in the fading light 
of late afternoon, the great overhanging rocks and moss-grown 
trees seemed to cast a spectral gloom about the place. 

The door was opened by a pale, white-haired woman, who in 
a funereal voice, announced herself as Mrs. Carleton. The good 
man, I learned, was out ministering to a sick parishioner. I 
nevertheless accepted an invitation to enter and was shown into a 

ression of the place 
seemed to emanate, and as no discordant note was struck by Mrs. 
Carleton, the ensuing conversation-was anything but animated. 
My observation regarding the fineness of the view called forth but 
a spiritless nod, while the prolonged my remarks rela¬ 
tive to the life of the village and her husband’s work, were broken 
only by faint monosyllables. So, after the expiration of as short 

a time as decency required, I took my leave with a distinct feel¬ 
ing of relief. 

On my way out my spirits rose somewhat on seeing Mr. 
Carleton himself approach, only to fall several degrees on finding- 
him after a brief salutation, to be if anything more lifeless and 
depressing than his wife. At my alluding to New York, his face 
brightened for a moment, but the shadow again settled quickly, 
and, it appeared to me, darker than before. There was some¬ 
thing unspeakably pathetic about the man, a dreary hopelessness 

for which I felt not even the fearful solitude and loneliness of the 
place were responsible. 

It was in desperation that on the following Sunday I made 
^ ^ ol d lilt C^ll U T C? 1 1 near the parsonage. I found the 

interior damp and cheerless and the handful of worshippers scat¬ 
tered about in the mustv boxes served onlv to add to the «'eneral 
air of desolation. The sermon was long and spiritless, and the 

pitifully bare parlor from which all the dep 





prayer which followed reached on interminably. Only once was 
its monotony broken as the voice of the old man rose in a strange 
note of supplication, “Reveal unto us, O Lord, the things which 
we ought to do, and grant us strength to fulfill the same for Thy 
Name’s sake.’’ 

Some few days later, as my general health was much im- 
psoved, I resolved to return to work again, for the dreariness and 
solitude had at length become intolerable. And upon reaching 
the city, in the renewed stress of business. Blue Ridge and its 
gloomy associations soon faded from my mind. 

A year had gone by and in response to a letter from my old 
college chum, urging me to join him at the approaching com¬ 
mencement, as I had not returned to my Alma Mater for some 
years, I boarded the train, filled with pleasant anticipations of 
renewing old friendships and revisiting the beloved scenes of my 
college days. While the fact that the occasion was to be excep¬ 
tionally honored by the presence of one of the college’s oldest and 
most distinguished alumni, the veteran governor of the State, lent 
my added eagerness to my journey. 

My arrival was. most warmly welcomed, and as I strolled 
about that afternoon meeting men I had not seen in years, wan¬ 
dering with them through the well remembered halls and class 
rooms, and rehearsing over the familiar experiences of student life, 
I wondered that I had remained away so long. 

The commencement exercises were to take place the follow¬ 
ing day, and accordingly early the next morning my friend and I 
together with our old alumnus, with whom we had become 
warmly acquainted, mingled with the crowd which lined the 
street leading from the station to the campus, to witness the 
arrival of the governor. From far down the street came the yells 
and songs of the students who had massed in a body to escort the 
carriage to the chapel. And as the train pulled in, their cheers 
of welcome were mingled with the drums of the college band 
ordering the march. Soon the procession came in sight, headed 
by the band, with instruments glistening brightly in the sun¬ 
light, while behind filed the long double line of students, in the 
midst of which approached the governor’s carriage. Suddenly 
the .stirring music of the college march broke forth, and as the 
line reached us the stately form of the old governor could be 
seen standing and bowing graciously to right and left in response 



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to the shouts and cheers ringing from every side. A fine old 
picture he made, hat in hand, his figure still erect and powerful, 
the morning sunbeams resting on his snowy hair and kindly, keen, 

old face. 

“A bearing bespeaking a life of triumph and accomplish¬ 
ment,” my friend observed, as we turned slowly toward the 


” And yet,” replied our venerable companion, ” I sometimes 
wonder if with all his honors and attainments he has found the 
hidden gold.” 

Something not only in the wx)rds themselves, but in the way 
in which they were spoken, enjoined us to silence, and after a 
pause he continued, “We who are old can judge more surely.” 

He seemed lost in thought, and we walked on in silence for 
some moments before he at length resumed : 

“We were in college together. Dnring our senior year a fear¬ 
ful incident occurred to which the career of Philip Chester, in 
whose honored welcome we have just participated, bears a strange 
relation. Although it has recurred to me again and again in all 
its terrible vividness during the long years which have since 
elapsed, it is a thing to which I have never allnded. Recent 
events, together with your observation, have brought it freshly to 
my mind.” 

Deeming the subject dismissed, as the old gentleman here 
ceased speaking, I started to make some casual remark, when he 
intervened slowly, “ lam strangely minded to relate to you the 
experience. It happened many, many years ago and has long 
since been forgotten.” 

We slackened our pace to let fhe few remaining stragglers of 
the crowd pass by, and presently, in a subdued voice, which rose 
with emotion as he proceeded, he began his narrative: 

“ I have said that we were in college together. One of my 
dearest friends, now dead, and I were living together on the top 
floor of Marbridge Hall, where Old South now stands, and across 
the hall roomed Chester and his friend. It was a chill, stormy 
night in mid December. We had retired late, and with the 
whistling of the wdnd about the corner of the old building, had 
fallen asleep. Suddenly I found myself sitting upright in bed 
listening intently. From below came a confused mingling of 
shouts, and in a moment, from beneath the window, as some one 



dashed down the steps, came the yell fire! fire! which was 
quickly taken up by a dozen voices and re-echoed from across the 
campus. IMy friend had waked, and together we sprang from our 
beds and rushed through our study for the hall. On opening the 
door we were met by blackness and a dense smoke which nearly 
strangled us. With throbbing hearts, shouting in at the various 
doors as we passed, we made our way as swiftly as possible to the 
stairs, up which as we neared them, a faint light steadily bright¬ 
ened. By now, shouts and yells reached us through the smoke 
from all directions. Rushing below we encountered a growing 
company of our fellows, which as we strove for the next landing, 
closed about us, while a hoarse cry down the hall told that the 
way was impassable. Quickly we turned to the nearest window, 
only to be waved back frantically by our friends below. 

“The smoke had by now become insufferable, and in the 
reddening light the averted faces of onr companions, among 
whom I recognized Chester and his room mate, showed strained 
and ghastly. Suddenly a shout this way ! this way ! rose near at 
hand, and in a moment we had crowded into a neighboring room 
and, closing the door, found temporary relief. 

“ The heat had now become stifling, and, although the smoke 
had not as yet penetrated thickly to our refuge, still, as we stood 
there silent in the darkness, the roar of the flames, augmented by 
the murmur of the crowd below, served to unnerve the strongest. 
A muffled sob was heard here and there, and once some one at the 
farther end of the room started to pray, faltered, and ceased. But 
in the frightful pause which followed a voice which I recognized 
as that of Chester’s friend, began. Indistinct at first, the words 
of a vow presently reached us. Before us all he solemnly swore 
if he were delivered from this death to dedicate his life to Holy 
Church. And after a brief silence, which told eloquently of 
clasped hands, Chester in a firm voice repeated the vow. 

“ My own feelings had so overmastered me that I did not 
hear a loud shout which rose suddenly from without, but roused 
by a general rush to the windows, I distinguished cheer after 
cheer, and springing to the nearest opening, I discerned in the 
light of the flames the village Are carts hauled rapidly up the 

The old man paused as if exhausted. 

“Were all saved?’’ I inquired, presently. 



“ All of us,” he replied, ” though none to soon. It was not 
long after we had slid down the ladders that the floors fell. As I 
said, the sight of Chester today has brought it all back to me. 
What he vowed that night he never attempted to realize. And 
yet—that was long ago.” 

” What of the other man ? ” asked my friend. 

” He was ordained^ and went to some post in New England, 
if I remember rightly,” he answered. “What subsequently 
became of him I do not know.” 

A strange suspicion crossed my mind. 

” Can you tell me his name,” I ventured. 

” Carleton,” he replied, “John Carleton.” 

The scene vanished away, and once more I beheld an old 
white church far among the recesses of lonely mountains, and 
within, among the shadows, an old man bowed in prayer. While 
in the silence rose again that voice with its strange note of sup¬ 
plication, “ Reveal unto us, O Eord, the things which we ought 
to do, and grant us strength to fulfill the same for Thy Name’s 


When at last our work is done, 

The noise of conflict stilled, 

And back across the storied years 
We gaze with vision healed, 

O Alma Mater, thine shall be 
Our faith, our hope, our love. 

Thy light hath been our guiding star, 
And still doth shine above. 





^ I theme sounds inviting. It would be fitting and profita- 

^ ble to have some scholar, latter day philosopher, or writer 
with vision and skill, adequately discourse the topic. I am pre¬ 
suming to hereinafter remark because so requested, and in my 
judgment, the Editor has a right to expect that no Alumnus shall 
respond ‘‘ I can not ” or “ I will not ”, at least until he shall 
have made an effort. 

Education is profitable but not when gained at the expense 
of individuality. “What shall it profit a man if he gain the 
whole world and lose his own soul ? ” What is the gain if a man 
find out all knowledge of things and find not himself? 

‘ ‘ Go as you please ’ ’ has been the dominant American prov¬ 
erb. iAmerica is the leader of nations because she has dared to 
break away from the sacred traditions of older nations, and from 
day to day, live her own life. Nor are we yet in immediate 
danger of yielding individuality to unbecoming humility, undue 
deference to precedent and the established order of things. Never¬ 
theless there is cause for apprehension in certain tendencies, the 
portent of which is not individuality but homogeniety. As busi¬ 
ness is becoming more systematized so education is becoming 
more mechanized. 

In schools it is the organization that is most often praised. 
Plans of brilliant intricacy are worked out and the joy thereof is 
that there shall be no jolt or jar in the running of the machinery, 
and System becomes the educational fetish. These conditions are 
perpetuated and accentuated by an idolatry of examinations and 
percentages. School life is characterized by a complacent con¬ 
formity to direction, absorbing that which is prescribed, learning 
according to requirement, too often merely that which shall ” fit ” 
for higher courses the few, and they not always the fittest. And 
in many colleges and the courses thereof, conditions are but little 
better. There also spontaneity and enthusiasm are repressed or 
chilled by schoolish ideals, and progress too seldom rises above 
imitation and information, acquisition. vStanding of students 
depends too much upon the methodical formality and regularity 
with which they take prescribed doses of what to many is innutri- 
tious pabulum. 



The fact is many of the greatest minds have reached their 
fullest power through a merciful deliverence from attempts to 
standardize mentality. Sir Humphrey Davy wrote to his mother, 

‘ ‘ I consider it fortunate that I was left much to myself when a 
child, and put to no particular plan of study”. ” Of my earliest 
days at school ”, says Wordsworth, ” I have little to say but that 
they were very happy ones, chiefly because I was left at liberty to 
read whatever books I liked ”. Tested by standards of school 
and college Robert Browning had little education. ” In the 
atmosphere in which he lived, learning was a pleasure, and a 
natural pleasure”. At Cambridge, Coleridge was interested in 
almost everything except his studies. Herbert Spencer’s dislike 
for school was largely due to his aversion to rote learning, and 
his hatred for the dogmatic form of presentation. He says, 
“ The mere authoritative statement that so-and-so is so-and-so, 
made without evidence or intelligent reason seems to have been 
from the outset constitutionally repugnant to me ”. ” The regu¬ 

lar course of studies”, wrote Emerson, “the years of academic 
and professional education, have not yielded me better facts than 
some idle books under the bench at the Eatin school ”. Edward 
Everett Hale in A New England Boyhood says “I have always 
been glad that I was sent where I was,—to a school without any 
machinery, very much on the go-as-you-please principle, and 
where there was no strain put upon the pupil ”. And many 
others there are, too numerous to mention, not merely successful 
men of affairs, but scholarly men who according to all the princi¬ 
ples of elect authorities ought to have been intellectually ruined, 
for they most often left undone those things they ought to have 
done, and did things they ought not to have done, and still there 
was remarkable health in them. Individuality may not receive 
quite the treatment it did from Dr. Parr of the Norwich School, 
who when informed by one of its teachers that a certain pupil 
showed signs of genius, exclaimed, “Say you so”? “Then 
begin to flog him to-morrow morning” ! But the fact remains, 
that it was those teachers who were most free from formalism and 
dull routine, who treated each student as an individual person¬ 
ality, and so taught him, helping him to find himself, that most 
impressed themselves upon us and whom we held in most grateful 

It doth not yet appear what “ Twentieth Century Individu- 



ality ” shall be or yet if there shall be any. It depends ever so 
much upon the ideas and ideals of American youth and their 
instructors. If we are to have men and women of independence 
and power, individuality must not be submerged in blind obe¬ 
dience and unreasoning conformity. Education is concerned with 
growth and development; it must accordingly be flexible, contin¬ 
ually adapting itself to the nature and needs of the times and the 
individual. For a democracy to look too much to foreign coun¬ 
tries for educational principles is quite as short sighted as to turn 
to them for principles of national executive policy. Men who are 
courageous and aggressive towards civic and national corruption 
cannot be made out of servile, unreasoning boys, without initia¬ 
tive, merely following on. I am glad there is still considerable 
independence in thought and action in American boys and girls. 
May it increasingly so continue even unto the salvation of the 
individual and the upbuilding of the nation. 

N OT one who, dwelling in the silence pure 

Of speech, desire, and thought in rapture hears 
A revelation for evolving years. 

And hearing, lives to labor and endure ; 

For still, without, the ceaseless murmurs lure. 

And weak am I, though not oppressed by fears 
Of having sought, as one who naught reveres. 

To pique the powers His mercies will assure. 
But rather one whose tense conscience steals 

A still, sweet whisper, melting in the gloom ; 
And though its tender prasence scarce reveals. 

Yet leaves his wearied soul with hopes attune. 
I'hus in the drear and doubtful ear of care 

I whisper softly of the when and where. 




[by miss hazel MCLEOD, ’09.) 

“ M ” was but a bit of white felt to be stitched to the 
front of a blue jersey, the key, a golden bauble to be fast¬ 
ened to the end of a fob, the girl, a slender, dark-haired, dark¬ 
eyed witch, alluring and winsome, who seemed all too easy to 
gain until her lips formed themselves into a firm, unyielding 
dano-er line. And the heart of the man was set on the heart of , 

o ^ 

the maid. 

With persistency and patience he had tried to dance his way 
into the citadel, he had pelted its doors with bon bons unweigh- 
able, he had driven the lady of his dreams to every point in the 
compass, only to return, no further advanced in his suit than, 
when he set out. He had taken her to view countless love 
affairs behind the footlights in the vain hope that the reverses of 
other poor young wretches would soften her heart to help him. 
escape from his. In short he gave up every possible minute of 
his waking hours to her service and devoted most of his dreams tO' 
her, but the inspiration of all this attention seemed never a whit 
more gracious. 

So, at last, he decked his six feet two in a pair of mud- 
stained moleskins and a jersey and transferred his persistency and 
patience from the beseiging of his lady’s heart to the pursuit of 
the pigskin over the chalk lines. Because that took but two of 
the waking hours of his life, he tried to escape his defeat, the 
other twelve, in knuckling down to a thorough, absorbing extrac¬ 
tion of the text books’ problems. 

A place on the squad seemed to him but small compensation 
for the loss of the girl, and yet when the day of the big game 
came and he trotted out on the field, wearing the blue and white 
of his Alma Mater, he felt in his heart that he should fight that 
day not only to down the little devils in patriotic hue, but also 
for the sheer love of lavishing strength for the old college. Of 
the game, it is needless to write. From the man’s point of view, 
it was but a terrible, misty dream from which he only awaked to 
find himself on the shoulders of his mates, the center of a verita¬ 
ble pandemonium let loose, hurried along to the Commons where 
the boys were to give the squad a substantial recompense for 
their long training. As in the daze which so often follows a 





deep sleep, he heard the fellows pay their tribute to his brilliant 
plays of the afternoon, from afar off at the other end of the table, 
he saw the faculty member rise. The significance of the words 
he heard did not at finst penetrate his benumbed senses:—“Yon 
have seen this afternoon an example of what the true athlete may 
be, a man who shows his power not only in the development of 
brawn and nmscle, but in the streno^thenino- of his mental fibre. 
It is, after all, young men, the ‘ power ’ we are after, the ‘ power ’ 
to do all things well, and I wish here to propose a toast, ‘ To the 
man who wins his ‘ M ’ in the field and his key in the classroom.” 

As a part of the same dream he took a small note from the 
messenger’s hand the next morning and with trembling fingers 
tore the paper from the envelope. 

But the figure that threw back its shoulders and looked out 
on the world with glad, bright eyes, showed no signs of bewilder¬ 
ment as these words were replaced in their covering— 

“ Dear ‘ Man ’ :— 

For at last I can call you that. Do you suppose you can 

spend a little time away from your beautiful new ‘ M ’ and the 

thought of the key-to-be? It is not a change of mind, for I 

always knew it must be a man and not a shadow. After all, we 

cannot trip onr way through this old world, nor subsist on choco- 


lates, can we? If you still wish it, I am proud to be 

The ‘ Girl.’ ” 


44 C~^ HTTT up,” will you, snapped Tom Wilson, hurling a book 

at the head of his roommate. “ Can’t see I’m try¬ 
ing to get this history lesson ? ’ ’ 

“ O wake up,” .sarcastically answered Harry Fielding. “We 
don’t have it again till next week. You don’t know whether 
vou’re .studying history or chemistry. It beats the deuce, “he 
went on, as if addressing a third person,” how a fellow will .act 
when he’s in love. Thank Heaven, I never got as loony over 
a girl as that poor roommate of mine. If I ever do I’ll eat about 
a pound of arsenic and die an easy death. I guess that new rule 
will sort of put the kibosh on some of the fnssers in this bnrg, 
at least till they get used to it. Holy smoke, Tom, won’t it be 
pleasant to have the old gong go off at ten o’clock and to see the 
kindly face of the matron peering through the doorway to see that 



you beat it on the dot ? By Jupiter, but I’m sorry for you, Tom, 
old boy. 

“Will you keep still,” shouted Tom, thoroughly angered 
now. “ It’s none of your blooming business what I do. If I 
want to study history for next term I don’t feel obliged to ask 
your gracious permission.” And he relapsed into the brown study 
from which he had been drawn by his roommate’s earnest endeavor 
to play a piccolo and a bass drum at the same time. 

Seeing that his chum would’t stand for much more jollying, 
Harry seized a cap and started for the door whistling, “ when we 
are M-a-double R-i-e-d,” in a .series of thrilling discords, while 
Tom, left to himself, remained completely absorbed for nearly 
half an hour. Finally he shook his head despairingly and said 
aloud : “I can’t stand this any longer. I must ask her to-night. 
But what in thunder wonld I do if she turned me down? Well, 
I guess there’s no use hoping for anything else. Still, in a 
resigned voice, “ I might as well know the worst.” 

Just then the bell rang and cut short his meditations. Ab¬ 
sently picking up the nearest book, which happened to be a 

popular novel, he went out without the faintest idea of what class 
he had at this hour. 

He overtook two of his classmates and walked along with 
them, thinking he would get to his recitation in that manner. He 
entirely forgot that he was taking ethics and they had elected 
chemistry, till he reached the laboratory. By this time it was too 
late for him to get back before the second bell rang, so he went 
to his room, where he filled his pipe, threw himself on the window 
seat, and gave himself up to more dismal forebodings, from which 
he was aroused by an unearthly wail on the piccolo and informed 
that it was supper time. He went over to his boarding place, but 
he had no appetite, and soon returned to his room, where he lay 
down and smoked nervously for some time. At length he threw 
his pipe into the corner, dressed slowly and started for Pearson 
Hall, where he waited half an hour before Grace appeared. When 
she did come his heart sank within him. 

How beautiful she was, he thought, and what was the use of 
his dariiig to hope that she could care for him ? What fellow 
could be good enough for her ? Still she had always seemed to 
like to have him call. He might as well ask her, anyhow. Any¬ 
thing would be better than this suspense. 



“ Grace,” lie said, but just then the door opened and Grace’s 
chum came in with Harry Fielding. Tom tried his best to look 
plea.sed, but his smile was rather sickly. It seemed that he would 
never have a chance to see her alone. What possessed Harry 
to come over, anyway, and to-night of all nights? Why, his 
roommate had never been inside Pearson before that he knew of. 
He had come to annoy him. Very well, he would just speak to 
Harry about that later. Perhaps he didn’t intend to stay long. 
But Harry seemed entirely at home here and it appeared foolish to 
imagine that he would go very early, so he might as well make 
the best of it. 

Grace proposed that they play cards awhile ; the others eag¬ 
erly assented, so Tom agreed as cordially as he could. He was 
considered a good whist player, but there never was a novice who 
played with less skill than he did that night. The result was that 
Harry and Miss Wilson took about everything in sight, finally 
scoring a grand slam. Harry declared he had played long enough 
and rose to leave. The girls begged him to stay and help make 
fudge, but Harry, after glancing at his watch, declined, much to 
Tom’s relief, saying that he had to plug for an exam. 

As Miss Wilson and he went out of the door. Miss Dixon 
turned and said anxiously : “ What’s the matter, Tom, you look 

all worn out, don’t you feel well ? Tom muttered something 
about “working pretty hard,” that seemed to reassure her, for 
she immediately made him feel worse by saying, “ I think your 
roommate is just perfectly splendid. He’s one of the finest fel¬ 
lows I know.” Tom agreed with her as heartily as he could, 
but nevertheless he was firmly convinced that nothing but Harry’s 
sudden departure from college would bring back his peace of mind. 

“ I don’t seem to be getting anywhere and it’s getting late, 
too,” he thought angrily. “Perhaps I’d better wait—no. I’ll 
ask her tonight. I might as well find out now as later.” 

Tom wasn’t a fellow to beat about the bush once his mind 
was made up. “Grace,” he said, and leaned forward and took 
her hand, “ Grace, I—I want to ask you something, there is 
something I want to tell you. I’ve known you for a long time 
and you’re the only girl there is for me. Grace, I lo- 

Here, a terrible noise, just back of his ear, made him jump 
and turn pale with fright. As if moved by machinery, the stern 
face of the matron appeared in the doorway. It was 10 o’clock. 




T GAVE a couple of days in the summer of 1906 to visiting the 

University of Munich. It was of course the merest glance 
at its workings, but some of the things I happened to see may be 
interesting to Campus readers. About two thou.sand students, in 
all departments, were in attendance at the time, the institution 
ranking next to that of Berlin in point of size. A student told 
me, with evident pride, that they hoped, before many years, to 
register more students than Berlin ; the craze for academic num¬ 
bers is evidently not confined to the United States. 

I went first to the seminary for English philology, and was 
very courteously received by several young Germans who spoke 
English fairly well. With one of these I went at noon to the 
lecture of Professor Schick. It was my introduction to the lecture 
rooms of a German university and a most interesting experience. 
The lectures all begin at a quarter past the hour and continue 
forty-five minutes. This room was about thirty-five feet square, 
and rose a little toward the back. It had a central aisle and side 
aisles, and plain, continuous benches and desks adorned with ink- 
sketches. There were perhaps sixty hearers, two being young 
women. Professor Schick is a man of may be forty years—a dark, 
keen-looking man with a rather heavy moustache. There was a 
scraping of feet by way of greeting when he entered on the minute 
and walked rapidly to his desk. He wore a gray, sack-coat suit 
and stood as he lectured, occasionally thrusting his hands into his 
trousers pockets as he talked. He has a rich voice, a very clear 
enunciation, and now and then a dramatic manner intensified by 
his rolling r’s. A pleasant smile lights up his face as he makes 
his points. The lecture was on the origins of the Beowulf ; at 
times it was given slowly, and then again in an informally rapid 
way. There was perfect quiet, and good attention on the part of 
the hearers. 

The next day at quarter past eleven, I was in the lecture 
room of Professor Paul (of the Beitracge and the Griindriss). He 
was greeted as Professor Schick had been—an insignificant appear¬ 
ing little man of perhaps sixty, spectacled, with a round face and 
closely-cropped beard. He read and expounded a portion of the 
Nibcliingcnlied, beginning at stanza 114 of Aventiure HI. and 



ending with stanza 130. He would read a stanza quietly but 
clearly, and with evident pleasure, (his delivery, though, being 
by no means equal to that of Professor Schick), then put it into 
present-day German, and afterward expound it critically, quoting 
the various editors either to approve or to question. He read the 
var^dng lengths of line very easily and pleasantly. There were 
about forty hearers;'two of them were women, but not, I think, 
the ones I saw the day before. A late comer was greeted with 
derisive scrapings and dropped into a seat very near the door. 
Having reached in detail the point mentioned, the lecturer com¬ 
mented briefly on points here and there in the remainder of 
Aventiure HI., spoke for a little on Aventiure IV., and had just 
begun a consideration of Aventiure V., when twelve o’clock came 
and he was ushered out with scrapings similar to those that had 
ushered him in. 

The next hour was given to a lecture by Professor Schick, 
the last of a series on William Morris. There were about forty 
hearers, among them four young women. The lecturer’s wife, 
an Englishwoman, was also present. The speaker was evidently 
in full sympathy with his subject, and spoke with force and feel¬ 
ing. (One of the young men told me that he is at times moved 
to tears as he sets forth the beauties of the English poets.) 
During the hour he discussed The Dream of John Ball, News 
from Nowhere, The Tables Turned, The House of the Wolfings, 
Among the Roots of the Mountains, and the renderings of the 
Sagas, and told afterward of the work of the Kelmscott Press and 
of its Chaucer, “ the noblest book ever published.” In closing he 
said he could conclude in no more fitting way than by quoting 
the memorial words of one of Morris’s fellow-laborers : “William 
Morris was a splendid leader, a great poet, artist, and craftsman. 
Best of all, he was a man, and oh, such a friend to know and to 

The two days were thoroughly enjoyable; they showed me 
that though I had not listened to lectures in German for over 
twenty years, the old knack of interpreting could easily be 
recalled. The .students whom I met were cordial, the two lec¬ 
turers were able men, and the whole impression made upon me 
was a sati.sfying one. And yet I cannot help feeling that, every¬ 
thing considered, an American will gain more than he loses, in 
the large majority of, if he takes his doctor’s degree at home. 




T T might be well to say first of all that in this article it is not 

the writer’s purpose to present either a model or a deterring 
example for any institution. Some details may be worth while 
imitating, others might better be avoided, some may be indif¬ 
ferent, but all taken together make the picture more complete and 
better balanced. 

At a Swedish university the students are divided into three 
classes, according to length of residence. Upon matriculation a 
student receives the title ‘‘ recertior ”, in a free translation 
” rather fresh.” See Collar & Daniell: First year Latin. This 
does not have any academic significance whatever, any more than 
the title of “junior”, usually obtained after a year’s residence, 


and that of “senior” given to students holding advanced 
degrees, members of the teaching staff and others who for some 
reason or other have stayed around alma mater. We must not 
believe, however, that scholastic pursuits constitute the only 
reason why some individuals find it impossible to tear themselves 
away. There is a special class who have become so thoroughly 
imbued with student ideas and student traditions they find them¬ 
selves unfit ever to be anything else. But that is another story. 

Students are also divided, according to their place of resi¬ 
dence, in different provinces, among different societies called 
“ nations ”, one for every province. These correspond in many 
respects to American fraternities. They have lodges of their own 
and their members celebrate together the traditional student holi¬ 
days. These are mostly of patriotic origin, and the zeal dis¬ 
played in observing them is very commendable. The manner of 
celebration is perhaps not always laudable since ‘ ‘ drink ’ ’ plays a 
very important part, but nowadays a decided improvement is 
noticeable, one nation after another “going dry.” The Swedish 
students’ drink is not beer, but “punch ”, not to be confounded 
with the American article of the same title. On these days no 
policeman can arrest a student for aii}^ minor offence that is other¬ 
wise punishable by solitary confinement, and this impunity natu¬ 
rally is an inducement to all sorts of pranks. A favorite “ stunt ” 
is to fire the ancient cannon placed around the castle where they 
testify of old glory. But when it comes to pranks I shall refrain 
from peddling owls in Athens. 






C)ne of the most impressive among student festivals is the 
spring celebration. This consists of a procession of all students 
up to the hill where the castle is situated, singing of spring songs, 
speeches in honor of spring, and ending up as usual with a drinking 
bout, the material for which, however, is not drawn from a spring. 

Music plays quite an important part in student life. The 
university which the writer attended has an orchestra of about 
sixtv pieces, and everybody sings more or less. Every Wednes¬ 
day evening the majority of the students gather for what is called 
“ general singing.” Everybody gets some one of the four parts 
down, the number of singers amounts to several hundred, and the 
•result is quite satisfactory. This furnishes material enough for 
several glee clubs, every nation managing to have quite a strong 
male chorus, even many student lodging houses trying to get an 

equal share of tenors and basses so as to be ever ready to sing. 
A standing question when four or more students meet is not 
” who has got the lesson ”, but “who has got the pitch ? ” 

” How about yells ? ” I hear some one ask. They are abso¬ 
lutely unknown as far as any voluntary or intentional attempt at 
that kind ■ of noise is meant. Their place is taken, and I think 

well filled. 


We must remember 

do not enjoy the privilege of succeeding the originators of mur¬ 
derous warhoops, and therefore 

we ought not to blame them 

Of cour; 


and this is another thing 


with before entering the university. 


he has every day 30—45 minutes of prescribed gymnastics for 

nine years, 
the proper 
importance in 



is while he 

is building 

up, three factors cf 

the making 

of men. Of course, there is ample 

opportunity to continue the practice of gymnastics at the univer¬ 
sity, if one so desires, but the majority content themselves with 
outdoor sports of various kinds, mostly tennis, horseback riding. 

Consequently there does not exist any dangerous 
rivalrv between athletics and study, and the result is that there 
is less temptation to forget that a university exists primarily for 
scholastic purposes. Study is, therefore, quite as common, e\en 
as much of a custom as anything else, much of a custom so far 
touched upon, but who would dare say anything about stud\? 

boating, etc. 




ABOUT that affair last June? Well, I’ll tell you what I 

know and that’s all there is to know about it. It was 
Bob Sanders’ dog that was at the bottom of it. One of those 
brindled Boston terriers with legs bowed worse than Sol Peterson’s 
and a mouth—well, that didn’t hold all his teeth. I can just see 
his loose-jointed, high-stepping trot now as he pursued some 
errand of investigation, which by the way was his chief business 
in life. A more inquisitive dog I never saw, nor a more bellig¬ 
erent either. He simply subdued the neighborhood and spread 
abroad a reign of terror generally. Not a dog ventured off his 
own territory, and the cats, they sort of kept a weather eye open 
as they glided from cover to cover. 

Miss Elvira could give you her opinion of that pesky dog. It 
was that evening that Mrs. Peterson had the ice cream social at 
her house next door. Miss Jones had put on her best bonnet and 
started to step over to Mrs. Peterson’s for a spell. She opened 
the door and ventured forth. Just then a low gr-v-r sounded 
under her feet and one df them encountered a soft body. With a 
shriek Miss Elvira turned and fled, banging the door behind her, 
and presently the air was rent by shrill cries of Help! Murder! 
which resulted in pretty much the whole neighborhood assem¬ 
bling to learn of the disaster. It was Bob Sanders who laugh¬ 
ingly bore off the disturber of the peace, good naturedly shrug¬ 
ging his shoulders at the berating he and his dog received. 

Bob was a hearty, wholesome chap, good six feet in height, 

ready for a frolic day or night, in fact, a typical college boy. If 

at times his lessons suffered because of these frolics, one must 


pardon that. Youth must have its fling. However, notwith¬ 
standing his love of fun, at the end of his senior year, when the 
announcement of the commencement honors was made Bob 
Sanders stood second in his class. 

Of course he was pleased. All his people were coming for 
commencement, and what possibly was yet more to be thought of, 
his sister was bringing one of her own college chums with her. 

A few days before commencement Bob was swinging down 
the street toward the station. His face bore a benevolent grin, 
for his commencement guests were coming on the next train. At 
Bob’s heels trotted his dogship with a grin fully as expressive, 



but for different reasons by far. For this canine had just routed 
out and put to flight an old enemy of his and was now tasting the 
joys of victory. 

A whistle sounded as Bob made his way ainoiig the crowd of 
students who had gathered to witness the arrival of the out- 
of-town guests. Amid the hiss of escaping steam the huge engine 
thundered through the station and slowly came to rest a little way 
beyond. Bob hastened toward the rear coaches, and almost 
before he knew it was heartily shaking his father’s hand, while 
mother and sister descended on him with a shower of kisses and 
exclamations. In the next breath he was introduced to Madge’s 
friend, Catherine Brown. After one glance into her merry brown 
eyes, he promised himself a pleasant week before he left his Alma 
Mater for good. 

Then followed a brief struggle through the crowd of new 
arrivals, students, baggagemen, truckmen, hackmen, and so forth. 
After a few seconds amidst the babble of sound the party found 
themselves rattling up the street toward their boarding place, the 
brindled dog trotting dutifully behind. Just then an unwary 
pussy walked daintily around the corner of a house and ventured 
to sit down on the sidewalk. There was a streak of brown that 
darted from beneath the carriage. Taken by surprise pussy hesi¬ 
tated, looking in vain for a sheltering tree. Alas, that moment 
of indecision was fatal. In another moment pussy was no more. 

There was a chorus of feminine ohs and a yell from Bob. 

“ Hi ! quit that Josephus ! ” followed by a sharp whistle. 

The dog reluctantly obeyed, with many a backward glance 
at his deserted prey. 

“ Did you call that dog Josephus? ” asked Madge suddenly. 

“ Yes, that’s his name.” 

” Don’t you think Teddy fits him better ? Judging from his 
expression and belligerent manner I should say it did.” 

Bob laughed, but loftily explained to his sister that Jo.sephus 
was a pure-blooded Boston bull terrier, bred in the purple aud 
registered under that name before he bought him. He had iio 
choice in the name. 

” Well, I should not buy a dog I could not name as I pleased,” 
retorted his sister. 

There the subject was dropped, but was later resumed when 
Jo.sephus was formally introduced to the a.ssembled company in 



Mrs. Good’s parlor. Mrs. Good was Bob’s landlady and looked 
upon Josephus with disfavor and Josephus returned the conipli- 
inent. However much he rumaged in other people’s back yards, 
he strictly avoided her’s since the red pepper episode. He was 
always on his good behavior when on the premises. 

Now he sat solemnly at his master’s feet and surveyed the 
company indifferently. He permitted the girls to shower him 
with caresses, but it was very evident he only tolerated it, not the 
slightest sign of enthusiasm escaped him. He might have been 
a statue for all one could see of life about him. At last he got 
up, walked to a distant corner, stretched himself out with a yawn 
decidedly expressive of boredom and went to sleep. 

“Of all cool things!’’ exclaimed Madge, disgustedly, and 
from that ■ moment Josephus had no more attractions for her. 
Catherine only laughed. 

Then and there she determined on a conquest. Josephus 
should learn to pay some attention to her. She began a system¬ 
atic campaign. Dainties of all sorts found their way to Josephus’ 
stomach, and little by little she pleased his doggish heart, or per¬ 
haps it was his stomach. At any rate, he showed a more friendlv 
disposition towards her. But im completing this conquest she 
made another, intentional or otherwise. Bob showed such a 
decided preference for Catherine’s society that Madge complained 
that she never had a chance to see him. 

The morning of commencement day was bright and fair. 
Bob’s father and mother, his sister and her friend were waiting 
for him when he appeared in the parlor arrayed in cap and gown. 
Josephus, being there as usual, began to caper around and growl. 

“ Oh that dog ! He hates these togs,’’ said Bob. He nearly 
tore my gown to pieces the first time I wore it. I have never 
dared let him catch sight of any of the fellows in their’s for fear 
he would bite them. I must take him out and tie him.” 

“ You will be late,” protested his mother. 

“ Yes, let me tie him,” added Catherine. 

Bob reluctantly consented and hastened to gain his place in 
the procession of students and professors which each year on 
commencement day marched through the campus to the chapel 
where the exercises were held. The rest of the company fol¬ 
lowed later and gained their seats in the chapel before the proces¬ 
sion filed in. 



A solemn hush fell over all and then the exercises beo-an. 
Bob, as second in the class, was saliitatorian. His manly delivery 
and splendid appearance made his friends feel proud of him and, 
if the truth was known, he was just a little proud of himself. 
The day was warm and the windows and doors were left open for 
air. During the short recesses at intervals in the long program 
while the orchestra played, j)eople moved about or went outside. 
During the last one a slight, white-faced youth, slightly stooping, 
as from excessive pouring over books, went outside. 

“Who is that,” whispered Catherine to Madge. 

“ The valedictorian, Oliver Bronson,” was the reply. 

The orchestra stopped; there was a subdued rustle, and the 
speaking began again. Now it was the valedictorian’s turn. He 
did not rise immediately, and all looked toward the graduating 
class seated in the body of the chapel. Still he did not rise. 
The class looked at each other. Word was passed that he was 
not there. There was an ominous silence, broken only by the 
barking of a dog. The president arose and, speaking slowly and 
sternly, said : 

“ There seems to be some mistake here. Let us proceed to 
confer the degrees.” 

The tense atmosphere was broken by an excited yell just at 
the close of the exercises. It came from some of the undergrad¬ 
uates and was taken up and passed along by others as soon as 
they got onto the campus. The object of excitement seemed to 
be a tree a little distance from the chapel. Bob, pressing through 
the crowd, was filled with consternation at the sight which met 
his eyes. 

There, indeed, was the lost valedictorian, clinging to the 
lower boughs of the tree, frantically endeavoring to keep his posi¬ 
tion and save his legs from the vicious attacks of Josephus, who 
was making wild leaps at his floating black garment. His head 
was bare, his smooth locks disheveled, his face white with help¬ 
less rage. Josephus, himself, was decorated with the valedic¬ 
torian’s mortar board, through which he had thrust his head, and 
which now ornamented his neck like some strange niff. Bronson 
trembled with rage and mortification, but-he had too much whole¬ 
some regard for those sharp, white teeth to venture from his 
retreat, and there he clung in a most undignified manner while 
all the guests and the faculty crowded around. Even the presi- 



dent’s grim face relaxed into a smile for a moment at the extraor¬ 

dinary appearance of the actors of this little scene, 
darted in and captured the doughty Josephus. 

Then Bob 

Of course explanations had to follow. 

Catherine, it seems 

had forgotten to tie Josephus. 

She had taken him to the wood¬ 

shed, and to comfort him in his 

confinement, had given him a 

big, fat cooky. 

She had been so amused with his antics that she 
ig of time until she was called. Then, leaving 



forgot the passing of time until she was called. Then, leaving 
hurriedly, she had forgotten to fasten Josephus. And so the 
trouble had arisen, but to this day Oliver Bronson thinks that it 
was a deep laid plot to prevent his delivering the valedictory. 



M ISS Sarah Ann Amelia Scroggs 

Spoke well on graduation day ; 

She looked alluring in white togs, 

And when she’d said her high-browed say 
All vowed it was the proper caper 
To print it in the local paper. 

It made four column-—something o’er— 
And Sarah read it through with pride ; 
She marveled at its woundrous lore 
.And joy at reading could not hide, 

For to this maid just graduating 
Her words in type were facinating. 

But Sarah had hysterics wild 

That smelling salts would hardly cure; 
The editor a brute was styled 

When she had reached the signature ; 
The type machine had slipped its cogs 
And made it read Miss Sarah Sxevntgxtwx 





/^N Tuesday, the sixth of July, the first Summer Session of 

Middlebury College was inaugurated with an attendance 
much in excess of anticipations. The holding of a Summer 
Session marks a definite step in Middlebury’s progress. Summer 
schools have become fashionable. Not all are of equal value. 
In many places the work done is inadequate and superficial. In 
others it is of as high a standard as the work of the regular col¬ 
lege year. It is the ambition of the President and the faculty 
of the Middlebury College Summer Session to hold the work 

up to the same high standard which has always characterized 


the institution. A large attendance of enthusiastic students helps 
make possible this ideal. 

The courses offered are varied. Generally, it may be said, 
that they emphasize those points which will be useful to teachers. 
They center around courses in Pedagogy and Psychology. 
Method in teaching is a large part of all instruction in everv 
course that is offered. It is hoped that in the future the College 
Summer Session may be an educational clearing house for the 
state, a place where educational ideas and methods may be passed 
around from one to another and the stamp of higher ideals be put 
upon all the activities which come under the influence of the 

The college is to be congratulated upon the able faculty, 
largely from its own alumni, which has been gathered together to 
carry on the work of this first Summer Session, and upon the able 
body of lecturers which has been secured. The first of these lec¬ 
tures was delivered on the evening of July 6, at the opening ses¬ 
sion of the school, by Hon. Mason S. Stone, LL. D., State 
Superintendent of Education, and emphasized the importance of 
high educational ideals and the duties of all teachers in uphold¬ 
ing such ideals. In an opening address on the same occasion. 
President Thomas expressed in a few words his own hopes for the 
Summer Session and for the character of the work done. 

He .said in part: “ We live in a time of rapidly expanding 

knowledge. In every l^ranch of study information is rapidly 
increasing, and new methods coming into vogue. No intelligent 
school committee would think of employing a teacher who had 



not learned anything for the last ten years. Such an instructor 
is hopelessly out of date. 

“One of the best methods for a teacher to keep himself 
informed as to progress in education is by attendance at higher 
institutions of learning during the vacation period. Summer 
sessions have become a recognized and permanent feature in uni¬ 
versity work in such leading institutions as Harvard, Columbia, 
Wisconsin, and California. 

“I expect that the summer session movement will be the 
means of lifting Vermont to a more progressive place in the edu¬ 
cational world. We are a little State, and we have three colleges. 
If all these institutions are to prosper, as we want them to pros- 
per, they must attract many from beyond our borders. Now the 
reputation of Vermont as a summer region is already established. 
When it becomes known that those in search of educational privi¬ 
leges can secure excellent opportunities in connection with our 
recreational advantages, we are sure to have a large influx of stu¬ 
dents in the summer months. Some of them are sure to remain, 
and others will commend our schools and colleges to their friends 
elsewhere. I believe, therefore, that this summer movement will 
be the means of making Vermont much more important in the 
educational world than she is to-day.” • 

President Thomas’s words adequately sum up the situation as 
regards the Summer Session at Middlebury College. It is a 
definite part of the institution’s development, intended for busi¬ 
ness, not pleasure where hard work is to be insisted upon and 
large results are, as a consequence, expected. It is a departure 
for the college, but a departure along lines of advance, which 
bids fair to be a large factor in increasing the influence of the 
college throughout the country. 


St. Lawrence-Middlebury debate was held in the town 
hall May 28. St. Lawrence was represented by C. xA. 
Watson, ’ll, W. G. Cushman, ii, and L. J. Stacey, ’09. The 
Middlebury team was W. P. Harris, ’ii, E. S. S. Sunderland,’i i, 

J. M. Avery, ’ii. Professor Wright was the presiding officer. 
St. Lawrence upheld the affirmative of the question, “Resolved, 



that United States Senators should be elected by the direct vote 

of the people.” 

affiniative. 'W 

case as his side would present it, and continuing, gave a historical 
sketch of the senate, explaining in some detail the action of the 
constitutional convention on the subject of the election of senators. 

Harris introduced the debate for the negative by showing the 
reasons for creating a conservative senate and just how it was 

brought about. He 

with the argument that the pro¬ 


would do awav 


its distinctive and essential characteristic. 

Cushman, continuing the affirmative’s argument, pointed out 
evils in the present method of election. He referred especially to 
deadlocks, corruption, the confusion of national and state issues, 
and the interference in state business caused by the duty imposed 
upon the legislatures of electing senators. 

The next negative speaker, Sunderland, dealt with evils in 
the proposed plan. He showed how the choice of a senator would 
be by a corrupt party convention, how difficult it would be to 
settle the increased number of contested elections, and how the 
election of senators would be controlled by the large cities. 

Stacey closed the main debate for the affirmative. He dwelt 
upon the benefits that would be derived from popular election. 
He again referred to deadlocks and also spoke of the fact that the 
senate would be more responsive to the people’s will. 

The last speaker on the negative, Avery, argued that the 
adoption of the proposed plan would be a step toward centraliza¬ 
tion, and therefore, should be avoided. He concluded by point¬ 
ing out the difficulties of putting in practice the proposed plan. 

In the rebuttal the affirmative devoted the major part of their 
time to strengthening their case, leaving untouched most of the 
negative’s arguments. The rebuttal of the negative centered 

A challenge to the affirmative to 
prove corruption by citing certain specific corrupt acts and a 
demand that they show how the proposed plan could, as a practical 

proposition, be put into practice. 

Two votes were given for the affirmative and one for the 
negative by the judges, Hon. H. O. Carpenter, mayor of Rutland, 
Hon. H. A. Harmon of Rutland, and Hon M. L. Powell of 

largely about two points: 





W HEN the 109th commencement exercises of Micldlebiiry 

College opened Sunday morning in the Congregational 
church, the edifice was crowded to the doors, and‘in the center of 
the big audience were the forty-eight members of the senior class, 
the largest in the history of the institution, gathered to hear the 
baccalaureate sermon preached by President John M. Thomas. 
His text was “Thy Wise Men, O Tyre, Were in Thee ; They 
Were Thy Pilots,” Ezeziel 27:8. 

President Thomas sketched briefly the commercial history of 
the Phoenicians and maintained that the wisdom of Tyre was 
commercial wisdom, not broadened by the love of knowledge, 
nor tempered by the reverence of the right. Her wise men were 
her pilots, not her philosophers or her statesmen, or her priests or 
her prophets or men of letters. Her sages were men of trade and 
her talent, her genius, her energy and her toil, went for the find¬ 
ing of markets and the gathering of gain. He described the 
condemnation spoken by the prophet Ezekiel against the city, 
and said that it is a condemnation which holds good wherever 
among the cities of men there is found one which has lost the 
sense of the things by which men live, which has no ‘ ‘ larger 
horizons, no hopes beyond material advancement.” 


Our wise men are not our pilots ; not yet, thank God. The 
men that stand out in American history are not the men who 
have made great corners in markets and run printing presses for 
the limitless issue of stock. You may ask the boys on the streets, 

or the workmen in the quarries and factories, the rich or the 


poor in the city or in the country, you may ask the great multi¬ 
tude of the honest, hard-working folk that make up the strength 
of this nation, and for the wise men among us, the names of 
American honor, you will not hear the names of those who have 
gathered most gold; but first, and before all, and in affection 
chiefest, you will catch the homely name of Abraham Eincoln, 
with malice toward none, and with charity for all, who didn’t 
know how to make money, who paused in affairs of state to write 
to a mother who had lost five sons on the field of battle. 



After Lincoln von will find in the hearts of the people men 
like Longfellow, who wrote of the village blacksmith, who could 
look the whole world in the face, since he owed not any man, 
and who could hear the mother’s voice in paradise when his 
dauehter sang in the church ; men like Whittier, the gentle, the 

o ^ 

pure, and the lover of the bare-foot boy ; and Grant, who fought 
with death to pay his debts, and, of course, Washington, who 
knelt in the forests when his soldiers were without shoes. 


These are our wise men and our true Americans ; some of 

them men of fortune and of large responsibility in affairs, valued 
not for their ability to promote their own wealth or that of others, 
but for the clearness in which they discerned the right, the 

strength by which they held to their duty, and the self-sacrifice 
in which they gave their lives for the uplift of the world. You 
may search through any community, a prosperous city or a tiny 
hamlet, and whom will you find accounted wise? Not yet, thank 
God, the men who have made most money ; but some hard-work¬ 
ing, self-sacrificing physician, and some humble citizen who is 
always looking after the boys and isn’t afraid of taxes in a school 
meeting, some minister of religion who speaks the truth with an 
open heart and visits the sick, or some master of industry who is 
a man that can be counted on for the public betterment of a com¬ 
munity, or when any stricken family needs a strong, wise friend. 
Let us shape our ideals in the light of the truth of the ruins of 



When we are in a crowd no one could stir us to enthusiam 
with the recital of a selfish achievement, however great. We 
would catch the eye of others, and be ashamed to cheer at such a 
thing as the mere getting ahead in trade and gain. But when we 
are alone and tired of life’s hard work, we give ounself to dreams, 
we are inclined to forget the tenth commandment, and the wise 
men of our inner heart become those who correspond to the pilots 
of Tyre. May God forgive us ! And may he bring us back to 
the truth of the ruins of Tyre, that life wdthout insight, without 
love, without prayer and generous, self-annulling service is the 



life of brutes and death of man, while life for God and His right¬ 
eousness, life is manly devotion to the truth of the spirit; is life 
which enlarges and beautifies both itself and the world. 


Members of the graduating class: I charge you as you go 
forth from your Alma Mater to find a place where you can work 
hard, in toil for which you are best fitted, in the world’s hard 
work. Do not excuse yourself from every day duty, and plentv 
of it, because of the claims of the life that is calling higher. The 
great common world of ordinary tasks has primary claim. See 
that you are wise in that work, and that your wisdom includes 

persistent grit, and the grip of the will 


your stiongtli, and wlioso roward is longf in coinino-. 

Fill the 

largest place you can reach, but whether large or small 


with manhood and fill it with 

Be wise also in spiritual things, in your convictions as to the 
worth of life, the principles by which your life should be lived, 
the ideals which should govern it. If you have learned in any 
real sense to give your mind to a problem, and to work out a 
result that is not approximate, and true, employ that mental 
habit and ability in determining the quality of manhood which 
you render to the world. Don’t be clever in what you do for 
money, and a fool in what you do for yourself. If you have wis¬ 
dom anywhere, have it in relation to your conscience. Deter¬ 
mine your principles as skillfully as you practice your business. 
Give as much thought to your prayers, to the real ambition of 
your heart, as you give to the increase of your salary. Do not 
let your wisdom in industry get ahead of your wisdom in morals. 

Estimate your work large. A man can do a man’s work any¬ 
where, and no man can do more. 

Do not be deceived by the glamor of great cities. Do not 

over-estimate the prowess or attainments of those who have lived 

amid throngs of people. Crowds do not teach a man to think or 

to be. If you have found among us one teacher who gave you 

method and inspiration, and have followed his leading, you need 

not be afraid to measure yourself against any man from anywhere, 

or any task in any place. There were Vermonter^ who saved 

Gettysburg, and they didn’t want to see how New York city men 
could fight. 



Do not believe that you are isolated. Live so earnestly in 
the world’s thought and work that you feel the pulse of the great 
heart of humanity as it lives its steady way to worthier and larger 


There is a mighty organism of which you are a part. 

It is 

growing ; it makes progress. There are long stages behind and 
long stages ahead. It is so tremendously vast that no man can 
be very large, but every man can have a share. This graduation is 
your initiation into the great army of those who are fighting 
to deliver the world from its old time miseries and cruelties, and 
to bring in the day of right and of peace. Catch the enthusiasm 

of the armv. 

Do not lose sight of the colors. 

You are not 

alone ; in the name of Middlebury College, set for the making of 
men, I appoint you a place in the host of the making of the great 
God, and commission each of you a leader in the fight for truth 
and right. You may find continuously a larger place, if you 
will. We expect you to, and the harder you fight, the greater 
your courage; the more untiring and unbending your will, the 
better and larger you will find your life. 

O, its great to be out where the fight is strong, 

To be where the heaviest troops belong, 

And to fight there for men and God. / 

O, it sears the face and it racks the brain. 

It strains the arm till one’s friend is pain, 

In the fight for man and God. 

But its great to be out where the fight is strong. 

To be where the heaviest troops belong. 

And to fight there for man and God. 

The anniversary exercises and reunion of the college Y. M. 
C. A. took place in the Congregational church Sunday evening. 
There was special music and an appropriate sermon was preached 
by Rev. Daniel Martin, D.D., pastor of the First Presbyterian 

church, Glens Falls, N. Y. 



VKR five-hundred alumni and friends of the college gathered 
on the campus at 10: 30 o’clock for the annual class da\ 

exercises which were as follows: 

Address by the president, 

Lyman B. Tobin; planting of the ivy, senior class; ivy oration. 



Ray A. Stevens; class essay, Caroline H. Clark; class oration, 
Arthur W. Peach ; will and presentation, Herbert M. Hall ; class 
history, Winifred W. Fiske; class poem, Carson H. Beane; 
class prophecy. Hazel McLeod. At the close. President Thomas 
announced the award of the Fairfield prizes of $20 each. These 
prizes were offered by Charles T. Fairfield of Rutland, to be 
awarded to the two members of the class of 1909, who in the com¬ 
bined judgment of the class and faculty, rendered most useful 
service to the college during their senior year. The successful 
persons were Carson H. Beane and Miss Caroline H. Clark. 

These prizes were bestowed by Mr. Fairfield in recognition 
of the fact that his grandfather, the Rev. Micaiah Fairfield, grad¬ 
uated from Middlebury just one hundred years ago, having been 
one of the eight members of the class of 1809. Micaiah Fairfield 
was born in New Hampshire, but early removed to Pittsford, Vt. 
After a theological course, he became a home missionary in 
Virginia and was imbued with the principle of the abolition of 
slaves. Among his converts was his wife, who was a young 
widow of a captain in the Revolutionary army, and who held 
large property in slaves. On their marriage she was induced to 
set the slaves free, and this created such intense feeling that the 
young couple were compelled to migrate into Ohio, where 
Micaiah continued work in the Christian ministry for many years. 

Micaiah Fairfield was a great uncle of “ Stonewall ” Jackson, 
and an early associate and friend of Lyman Beecher, Wendell 
Phillips and William Lloyd Garrison. An even dozen of his 
many descendents have been or are to-day college presidents or 
college professors. 

At the annual meeting of the Phi Beta Kappa'society in the 
chapel the following from the senior class were elected to mem¬ 
bership: Warren L. Carpenter of Wells, Rufus Crane of North 
Hanover, Mass., Ralph B. Delano of Ticonderoga, N. Y., John 
W. McCormick of Bethel, Oscar J. Williams of Rutland, Philip 
A. Wright of New Haven, John A. Viele of Fort Edward, N. Y., 
Miss Bertha O. Stilson of Proctor, Miss Anna B. Rust of Granby, 
Mass., Miss Caroline H. Clark of Brattleboro, Miss Clara M. 
Buffum of Bast Dorset, Miss Hazel McLeod of Bennington and 
Miss Inez C. Cook of Shoreham. Officers elected for the ensuing 
year are: President, Prof. Myron R. Sanford; secretary. Prof. 
C. B. Wright ; treasurer, Prof. E. C. Bryant. 





MUSIC, The Lost Chord, 

1. The Death of the Ovvd Squire, 


2. Assault on Fort Wagner, 


3. The Traitor’s Deathbed, 


4. The Martyrdom of Joan of Arc, 


5. Freedom and Patriotism, 


MUSIC, Melody of Love, 



Anna E. Dickinson 

George Lippard 

Thomas DeQuincey 

Orville Dewey 

E ngelni a n 


1. Lincoln and his Times, 


2. The New South, 


3. A Plea for Old South Church, 


4. Eulogy on Wendell Phillips, 


MUSIC, Pilgrim Chorus, 

5. The Independence of Cuba, 


6. The Union Soldier, - - ■ 

Wendell P. Stafford 
Henry W. Grady 
Wendell Phillips 
George W. Curtis 

I Vagner 
John M. Thurston 

John M. Thurston 


7. Robert Burns, - - - ' 


8. Eulogy on Henry W. Grady. 


MUSIC, March from “ Lenore Symphony," 

George W. Curtis 

I Ven dell Ph iI lips 





The judges were the Rev. M. E. Cady, ’69, of Chicago, 

E. W. Howe, ’69, of Boston, and George S. Wright, ’95, of 

Northfield, and their awards of the one hundred dollars in prizes 
were as follows : 


First—Edwin S. S. Sunderland. 

Second—Herbert A. Burnham. 

Third—William Richmond. 

Fourth—Harold S. Tuck. 


First—Arthur B. King. 

Second—Edward E. O’Neill. 

After the prize speaking the fraternities held their annual 
reunions in their respective halls. 


^^NE of the most enjoyable occasions of this Commencement 

was the new Alumni Day. The programme was a radical 
departure from the old order of events, and unlike much which 
promises to be unique, was a distinct success in every particular. 

The exercises took place on the campus in front of the 
chapel, the speakers and choirs occupying the class day platform. 
Over five hundred alumni and friends of the college were present. 

The day opened at 9 : 30 o’clock with a business meeting of 
the associated alumni in the chapel, presided over by Mr. James 

F. McNaboe, 92, of New York city. At 10 130 the campus exer¬ 
cises began. Prayer was offered by the Rev. Rufus C. Flagg ’69 

of Newport. Mr. Frank E. Bell, ’91, being absent, the presiding 

officer,^ Mr. McNaboe, presented to the college, in behalf of the 

alumni, a national flag, after which Governor Prouty presented 
in behalf of the State, a Vermont emblem. 

The governor emphasized in his remarks the great work 
which education is doing in the moulding of citizens. He urged 
t e teaching of a deeper and more intelligent love for State and 
country and the inculcating of a broader patriotism. In con- 



eluding he said: “ In behalf of the State of Vermont I present 
this emblem of onr State to Middlebnry College, trusting that it 
mav teach to future generations the lesson of patriotism which 

has been so admirably taught in the past.” 

President Thomas replied for the college, saying in conclu¬ 
sion : “I direct that this flag fly from our chapel, in which shall 
be housed the new department of pedagogy, established for us by 

the State of Vermont.” 

While the national flag was being raised upon a new eighty- 
foot flag pole in front of the chapel, a detachment of artillery 
from Norwich University fired the national salute of twenty-one 


Following this came the address of the day by the Hon. John 
Frankin Fort, governor of New Jersey, who spoke most interest¬ 
ingly and forcefully on practical education with reference to mod¬ 
ern industry. He maintained most strongly the need of the times 
for cultured and educated men, not alone that wealth ma\ be 
acquired, but that once obtained it may be utilized wisely and 
intelligently. College is, he held, a place where high ideals of 
government are to be inspired, aud the truly successful college is 
the one which turns out the men educated to adequately handle 

the problems of the strenuous times. 

His speech was an inspiration to all present. At its close 

President Thomas conferred upon Governor Prouty and Governor 

Fort the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws. The exercises were 

concluded by the singing of the college choirs. 

At 12 130 o’clock the alumni luncheon was served to over 

one hundred guests under the trees on the campus, Mr. McNaboe 
acting as toastmaster. Among the speakers were Dr. James O. 
Barton, ’81, ex-Gov. J. G. McCullough, Mr. P. M. Meldon, 80, 
Rutland. Judge R. S. Tuthill, ’63, of Chicago, and President 


The day ended with the concert at the Congregational Church. 
This consisted of a song recital by the famous baritone, Mr. 
David Bispham, and, needless to remark, was a tremendous suc¬ 
cess. The church was filled as in the old days, and the gradu 
ating class are to be most heartily congratulated for shattering 
the horrible taboo which has attached to this function for several 

years past. 



exercises of the logtli commencement of Middlebury 
College were brought to a close with the conferring of 
degrees upon a class of forty-eight men and women by President 
John M. Thomas at the Congregational Church Wednesday 
morning, where the following programme was carried out; 


Salutatory Addresses 













The Call of the World 


A National Problem 


Music in Annerica 


The Human Touch 



The Colles;e Man in Politics 


The Mastery of Words 



College Administration 


Silent Influences 


The Gift of the Greeks 


The Reign of Custom 



Oration, with Valedictory Addresses, 

Our Great National Problem 


Conferring of Degrees. 


The Salutatory and Valedictory Honors 
are of equal rank. 






of bachelor of 

arts upon the following members of the senior class : Carson 
Henry Beane, Midcllebury; Eugene Joseph Berry, Richmond; 
Claude Henry Carey, Middlebury; Warren Lewis Carpenter, 
Wells; James Anderson Chalmers, Fitchburg, Mass. ; Rufus, 
Crane, North Hanover, Mass. ; Ralph Benjamin Delano, Ticon- 
deroga, N. Y. ; Frank Augustus F'arnsworth, Middlebury; 

the senior class : 


Berry, Richmond ; 

Wilmot Tayl 

Fiske, Granby, Mass 

Harry LeRoy French, 

N. Y. ; Ivan Drake Hagar, Middlebury 



Herbert McDonald Hall, Hartford, N 

Holt, West 

Carl Sumner Martin 

bury; Edward Homer Martin, Jr., Middlebury; John William 
McCormack, Bethel; Arthur Wallace Peach, Brattleboro ; Daniel 


Jones Ricker, Waterbury; Sidney Wilbur Sanford, Stephentown 
Center, N. Y. ; Harold Allen Severy, Brandon; Donald Marsh 
Shewbrooks. Holden. Mass.: Leonard Dow Smith, Morrisville; 

Harold Allen Severv 

Shewbrooks, Holden 


Stevens, Colchester, N. H. ; Lyman Burt Tobin, Swan 

Jay Bryan Viele, Fort Edward, N 


Fort Edward, N 
Julius Williams 
Sophia Belle A: 

Henry Spencer White, Wilmington ; Oscar 



Waterburv Center 

New Haven ; 
May Buffum, 

East Dorset; Caroline Howard Clark, Brattleboro; Inez Clara 

Cook, Shoreham; C 
j\Iay Derby, Ripton; 
Fisk, Granby, Mass 




Edith Vera Fay, Benson ; Winifred 
Fannie Maria Gates, Franklin; 


Elizabeth Getman, Gloversville, N. Y. ; Susie Carrie Holmes 
Alontpelier ; Hazel McLeod, Bennington ; Bertha Annie Munsey 
Suncook, N. H. ; Anna Burton Rust, Granby, Mass. ; Alice Bruc( 



Wales, Middlebury; Margaret Maud Whitney, Marlboro, IMass. 

The degree of A. B. out of course was given Dr. John Joseph 
Hassett, ex-’88, Lee, Mass., and the degree of master of arts in 

course to 

Harwood. ’07, Swanton 

Ratti, ’07, Proctor. 

These honorary degrees were conferred : D. D. on the Rev. 
George W. C. Hill, pastor of the North Congregational Church, 

St. Johnsbury. 

LL. D. on Richard S. Tuthill, ’63, judge of the circuit court 
of Illinois, Chicago, Ill. ; P'rank C. Partridge, ex-'81, Proctor. 





Two hundred graduates, members of the faculty and friends 
of the college attended the commencement luncheon, which was 
held at the town hall at one o’clock in the afternoon. At the 
post-prandial exercises President Thomas presided and there were 
responses, by the Rev. Dr. George W. C. Hill of St. Johnsbury, 
Frank C. Partridge, Amherst, ’8i, of Proctor, Prof. W. W. 
McGilton, the Rev. E. P. Miller, ’84, of Catskill, N. Y., George 
E. Plumb, ’61, of Chicago, and E. D. Howe, ’87, of Boston. 

The president’s reception was held in the evening, followed 
by the commencement ball at nine o’clock. The latter was 
held at the town hall and dancing was enjoyed untill a late 
hour, Whittier’s orchestra of Montpelier furnishing delightful 


Before the commencement exercises, a bronze tablet the gift 
of Mrs. A. Eyman Williston of Northampton, Mass., was unveiled 
in the Eatin room. The tablet is in memory of Mrs. Williston’s 
father and reads as follows; “ In memoriam, Solomon Stoddard, 
1800-1847, professor of Eatin and Greek in this college 1837- 
1847, accurate scholar, faithful colleague, inspiring teacher. 
Erected by his eldest daughter, Sarah Stoddard Williston, 

Professor Stoddard was the author of the celebrated Andrews 
and Stoddard’s Eatin grammar, used by thousands of American 
students. He was the sole author of the work, but the name of 
Dr. Andrews was included in the title, since the grammar was 
one of a series of Eatin books bearing Dr. Andrew’s name. In 
his use of the grammar at Middlebury Professor Stoddard made 
marginal comments, which were adopted after his death by Dr. 
Andrews in getting out a new edition of the work. 

Professor Stoddard was a descendent in the fifth generation 


of the Rev. Solomon Stoddard, second minister of Northampton, 
and grandfather of Jonathan Edwards, while his mother was 
Sarah Tappan, sister of Arthur and Eouis Tappan, popular in 
the anti-slavery movement in New York seventy years ago. He 
was a graduate of Yale, and before coming to Middlebury, a 
teacher in the Boston Eatin school. 



Benefactions amounting to $31,360 to Middlebury College 
during the past year were announced by President Thomas at the 
commencement luncheon. The largest was the foundation of a 
professorship in philosophy in the sum of $30,000. The name of 
the benefactors will not be made public. 

Another gift made during the year was an A. T. Thompson 
reflectoscope costing $500, $100 for books on psychology, $120 
for books for the department of history. The same amount, 
$120, was announced for the three ensuing years, to be given in 
the form of prizes, to men for excellence in history, and to 
women for excellence in English, the sum to be divided equally. 

Another gift was a scholarship for a young women from the 
town of Wardsboro, or some other country town of Windham 

In memory of Professor Solomon Stoddard, professor of 
Greek and Latin, 1837-1847, in addition to the tablet in his 
memory, Mrs. A. Lyman Williston of Northampton has consti¬ 
tuted a permanent fund of $400, the income to be used for the 
benefit of the Latin department. 


John Martin Thomas, D. D., President. 

Walter Eugene Howard, LL D.. Director of the Summer Session. 

Charles Baker Wright, L. H. D., Professor of Rhetoric and English 

Myron Reed S.anford, A. M., Professor of the Latin Language and 

William Wesley McGilton, A. M., Professor of Chemistry. 

Edward Angus Burt, Ph. D., Burr Professor of Natural History. 

Archibald Darius We'ihekell, A. M., Assistant Professor of History. 
G. Watts Cunningham, Ph. D.. Assistant Professor of Philosophy. 
Frank William Cady, A. M., B. Lrrr., Assistant Professor of English. 

Edwin Hall Higley, LL. D., Middlebury College, ’68. Master of 
Greek and German, Groton School Mass. 

Martin Bahler, A. B., Rutgers College, ’69. leacher of French in 
the High School, East Orange, N. J. 

Willis Ira Twitchell, .A. B., Middlebury College, ’77. Principal of 
the West Middle School, Hartford, Conn. 



Harry Belknap Boice, A. M , M. D., Middlebury College, ’81. Direc¬ 
tor of Physical Education in the State Normal School, Trenton, N. J. 

James Ten Broeke, Ph., D., Middlebury College, ’84 Professor of 
Philosophy, McMaster University, Toronto, Canada. 

Silas Alpha Lottridge, Ph. M., St. Lawrence University, ’92. Teacher 
of Chemistry in the High School, East Orange, N. Y. 

Charles Everett Hesselgrave, Ph. D., Middlebury College, ’93. 
Stanley Congregational Church, Chatham, N. J. 

Stanton Seely Eddy, A. B., M. D.. Middlebury College, ’94. Surgeon 
to the Rutland Railroad. 

George Samuel Wright, A. B., Middlebury College, ’95. Principal 
of the Northfield High School, Northfield, Vt. 

Raymond McFarland, A. M., Amherst College, ’97. Vice Principal 
of the High School, Ithaca, N. Y. 

Miss Maud Mary Tucker, A. B., Middlebury College, ’04. A. M. in 
Spanish Language and Literature, 1907. 

Garfield Minot Weld, A. B., Middlebury College, ’04. Teacher of 
Physics and Mathematics, The Taft School, Watertown, Conn. 

Miss Marion Treat, B. S., Teachers College, Columbia University, ’06. 
Instructor in Domestic Science in Berkeley Institute, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Miss Anne May Pierce, Massachusetts Normal Art School, Teacher in 
Arts and Crafts, State Normal School, Castleton, Vt. 


Hon. Mason S. Stone, 'A. B., State Superintendent of Education. 

Brainerd Kellogg, LL. D., former Dean of the Brooklyn Polytechnic 

Hon. Wendell P. Stafford, LL. D., Judge of the Supreme Court of 
the District of Columbia. 

Ezra Brainerd, D. D., LL. t).. President Emeritus of .Middlebury 

Wilson Alwyn Bentley, Meterologist. 

James M. Hubbard, of the Youth’s Companion. 

Henry H. Swift, M. D., Amateur Photographer. 

Rt. Rev. Arthur C. A. Hall, D.D., Protestant Episcopal Bishop of 

Major Charles H. Spooner, LL. D., President of Norwich University. 
Miss Julia Adele Raynor, Syracuse, N. Y. 

Rev. Vincent Ravi, A. M., Manchester. 



T hen we are at the shore, it is the shore we enjoy. / When 
VV it is three months and as many hundred miles behind, it 
is the morning light, the flapping sails, the wind, the foam, the 
swell of the long beaches which come back to us, each with an 
eao-er vividness of its own, and which we live over again moment 

by moment. 

So with us at this commencement time. Many of us had the 
good fortune to be present at the various exercises and observances, 
to revisit the familiar scenes of college days. Those less fortu¬ 
nate have been here in spirit to wander in thought up and down 
each well remembered walk, to look in at each old gray hall ; 
and the hours of student life come back to us to tell afresh of a 
healthfulness and happiness which time will ever continue to 

brighten and reveal. 

" Such a retrospect cannot but be of increasing value to us 
whether we have been out one, ten, twenty, or fifty years, or 
whether as undergraduates we separate only to resume the life at 
the expiration of a few weeks. What college in a multitude of 
ways has meant to each of us, other environments and associa¬ 
tions eloquently testify as the time lengthens. 

Thus the assurance is indeed pleasurable that both to us who 

were privileged to hear and see for ourselves, and to you who 
learn in these pages for the first time what was said and done, 
the recent commencement has proven a source of deep gratifica- 

We who look back upon a completed course, be the distance 
ever so short, realize more and more that Middlebury has of all 
things stood for genuine culture. We have, as students, railed 
against what we have been pleased to term her conservative 
policy. The compulsion of having to endure wearisome hours o 
this and that more or less uncongenial subject has been at times 
exceedingly distasteful and even harrowing. We have construed 
it a cause of all the ills with which our body academic has been 
persistently affected. But the old ship has, notwithstanding, 
weathered the .storms of criticism with astonishing hardihooc , 
and we, the stricken victims of a relentless despotism, have 
emerged, not only strangely vigorous, but posses.sed of a breadt i 



of understanding and appreciation which not only equals, but in a 
surprising number of instances, surpasses that met with in both 
the business and professional work of every day life. 


believe that the crying need of the times is this very 
same broad, deep culture of mind and heart which our Alma 

Mater has so faithfully 


ters. Inadequate standards resulting from a narrowness of con¬ 
ception of the ends of life are encountered on every hand. The 
immediate, the mediocre are everywhere presented with distress¬ 
ing candor, while the things of deeper and subtler significance 
(if these comparatives are called for), the truly beautiful and 
idyllic pulses of life, are alike uncomprehended and unsought. 

And this v/as pre-eminently the spirit of our one hundred 
and ninth commencement. From baccalaureate to commence¬ 
ment morning we heard over and over again the old ideals upheld 
and emphasized. And what was better still, we left with the 
assurance that not only would the work continue, but increase. 

Middlebury is coming to be a bigger and bigger place. 


time is not far distant when it will not be necessary to inform our 
inquirers that it is a small but honored institution, situated in 


ged it may become 

we may 


“ VVe will grieve not, rather find 
Strength in what remains behind” 


within, throughout her staid old walls, the grand conviction that 


true usefulness lives only in the intelligent sympathy with what¬ 
ever of good the human heart in all conditions of existence has 
conceived and consecrated. 

HE present number marks the completion of the first half 

year of The Campus as a student publication, and the 

management desires to express a most hearty appreciation of the 

kindness and co-operation of both students and alumni. In sev- 


eral instances very busy men have readily consented to contribute, 

and the management has been immensely benefitted in con¬ 

Our list of subscribers, particularly among the students, has 



always been small. We have endeavored to ascertain the reason 
for this and concluded that from the student standpoint, at least, 
the publication contained little of a very absorbing interest. A 
simple report of college activities, however attractively presented, 
is at best only a confirming of somewhat acute suspicions. And 
as long as this remained true, one copy has often done for an 
entire dormitory section. These columns are of course of much 
interest to alumni, and as such should be handled thoroughly and 
completely. But we felt that the introduction of far more in the 
way of fiction and timely topics than has ever been before 
attempted, would do much to bring about the state of affairs 


And we have not been disappointed. On the evening of the 
publication of our last series there was not a strolling couple 
observed but who bore somewhere in their equipment the new 
Campus ! Such is the state of affairs here, and we trust that a 

like interest has been called forth elsewhere. 

This, it is needless to say, has been purely tentative. And 

we feel encouraged to continue along the same lines in the fall. 
To do this successfully our alumni must be willing to respond as 
far as possible. A systematic programme has been mapped out 
for the ensuing year and deep, indeed, would be our chagrin to 
be obliged to modify it at all radically through an inability to 
obtain an essential article here and there. Requests will be for¬ 
warded far in advance, and we sincerely hope that every consider¬ 
ation will be paid. 

Lastly, you who read these pages, who love the college, who 
are desirous that this peculiar evidence of her steadily increasing 
scope and efficiency shall become more and more a credit to the 
institution, do not wait, one and all, to be plead with and 
besought. You are aware of what we are trying to accomplish. 
May a least a portion of your spare moments be sufficiently 
inspired to favor us with material to carry on the work. We 
have but just begun to do business. Our resources are at best 
but dim discovered. Investigations have but recent!) been 
entered upon. Don’t wait to be unearthed! Come out and help 
us ! And though we can not prophecy with the sublime convic¬ 
tion of Shakespeare that your immortality will thereby be assured, 
we nevertheless offer you the opportunity to place yourself 111 this 

reasonable .service to Alma Mater. 




’58. Prof. B. Kellogg resumed his rhetorical connection with 
the college by training the commencement, and Parker and Merrill 
prize speakers. It is interesting to recall the fact that Professor 
Kellogg began his teaching here in i860, and even after his con¬ 
nection with the Polytechnic Institute in Brooklyn in 1868, he 
trained the commencement speakers here for many years. 

’60. Merritt H. Eddy, Henry P. Higley, Henry H. Vail 
and Henry F. Walker of the Class of i860 were here for 

’63. Judge and Mrs. R. S. Tuthill came on from Chicago 
for commencement. 

’71. Rev. Henry Clark Robbins has retired from the ministry 
and is living at Ballston Spa, N. Y. He has two sons, one of 
whom is a teacher in Brown University, and the other is an 
undergraduate there. 

’73. Rev. Webster Ingersoll died at Hill View, on Uake 
George, May 24. Burial was at his former home, Pulaski, N. Y. 

’74. Prof. U. H. Batchelder of Hamline Uhiversity, St. 
Paul, is traveling this summer in Europe. 

’79. John Wright Chapman has returned to his duties in 

’82. Charles D. Pillsbury, who has been practicing law in 
Los Angeles, Cal., since 1893, is visiting friends in the East. 

’83. Dr. Samuel Sheldon has returned from Europe. 

’84. The 84th meeting of the Archdeaconry of Albany was 
held in St. Luke’s Church, Catskill, of which the Rev. Elmer P. 
Miller is Rector, on Monday and Tuesday, June 14 and 15. Mr. 
Miller is secretary of the Archdeanery. ' 

’88. Seymour Edgerton and family are spending the sum¬ 
mer in Castleton. 

’90. A daughter was born on July 8 to President John 
M. Thomas and Mrs. Grace Seely Thomas. 

’91. Prof. Ernest C. Bryant is spending several weeks on 
the summit of Mt. Mansfield. 

’91. Rev. Vernon C. Harrington preached in the Congrega¬ 
tional Church in Middlebury July i^. 



’91. Dr. D. G. Reilly was selected by one of the leading 
journals at Dayton, Ohio, to award the prize at a recent Marathon 


’ 93 - 


i. Rev. Charles E. Hesselgrave of Chatham, N. J., re- 
*the deo-ree of Doctor of Philosophy at the 77th annual 



June 2 


Collins, ’02, and Arthur W. Eddy 

district superintend- 


’ 95 - 


A. Adams is spending the summer at 





Joliet, Ill., have 


’96. John 

Halnon is practicing law in Worcester 


G. S. Wright and J 

the associated alumni to represent the association on the new 

Athletic Council. 

’97. Marion E. Dunbar is practicing law m Montana. 


Harriet D> Gerouldt, teacher of domestic 


’98. May G. Higley 

sail October 2 from 




She will spend tw 

A. B. Wilmarth 1 
yton High school.' 

Miss Gertrude E 

position as principal 


School, Farmington, Conn., for the spring term 


Wilds has left the offices 

Carey and Robin- 

son and is a member of the new law 




’03. D. E. Robinson is spending the 

summer studying in 



E. Mellen 

as a member of the new Athletic Council. 

elected by the undergraduate body 

’02. Fred 
’03. Chas. 

. Miner of Flint, Mich., is in the East. 

W. Allen .of Bellingham, Wash., was in Mid 

dlebiiry for commencement. 

H. F. Markolf is in the Hartford Hospital 



’o4-’o 6. Garfield M. Weld and Miss Florence E. Duncan 
were married in Middlebury July 5. 

’06. Clias. B. Parker is in the consular service in IMexico. 

’06. Annie E. Metcalf was married June 9 to Mr. Percy 

Howard Farr, and they visited Middlebury for a few days early in 
June. Their home is in Marblehead, Mass. 

’06. Anne F. Smith is to teach in the High School in Wor¬ 
cester, Mass. 

’06. G. D. McQuivey is with the Eldredge Clothing Co., 
Wendell, Idaho. 

’07. Chester M. Walch has resigned his position in Wil¬ 
mington, Vt., and will study abroad during the coming ^^ear. 

’07. F. R. Long was graduated from the New York Law 
School in the Class of 1909. 

’08. M. S. June is with the Independent Telephone Co. of 
Seattle, Wash. 

’08. S. B. Pettingill, Jr., was one of eleven in a class of 187 
in the first year of the Yale Law School getting honors. 

’08. Miss Grace Smith Buttolph is to teach this year in 
Black River Academy, Ludlow, Vt. 

’08. James L. Lovejoy has been elected principal of Black- 
River Academy. 

’08. W. H. J. Hay ford is to teach in Troy Conference 
Academy the coming year. 

Professor Henckels, formerly Professor of Modern Languages 
at Middlebury, has left his professorship at Ursinus College, Col- 
legeville. Pa., and is now located in Washington, D. C. 

The following is taken from the Malone, (N. Y.) Farmer: 
“A. B. Parmelee & Son have sold the Willis Hogle property, 
formerly the Hardy place, on Franklin street, to Fred H. Bryant 
and wife. The place is just on the outskirts of the village, is 
commodious and delightfully situated and will make them an 
ideal home. They are already in possession. S. G. Boyce, 
father of Mrs. Bryant, recently purchased the entire personal prop¬ 
erty of Robert Schroeder in Duane, including all the quaint and 
beautiful household furniture, and it is not unlikely that some of 
it will go to adorn the home of his daughter.” 




The following is taken from the Buffalo Evening News of 
July 3, 1909 : ]\Irs. William A. L’Hommedieu of 319 Fifteenth 
street announces the marriage of her daughter, Eleanor, to Mr. 
Thomas H. Noonan on July 2, 1909. At home at 319 Fifteenth 
street after October i, 1909. No cards. The ceremony was per¬ 
formed by Rev. Dr. R. V. Hunter in the chapel of Central Pres¬ 
byterian Church. Mr. and Mrs. Noonan have gone to Vermont 
to spend a few days and will sail from New York on July 7 on 
the Oceanic, of the White Star Line, for a short trip through 

As The Campus goes to press there are eighty-three enrolled 
at the office of the Dean in the summer school. 


At Indiana University the college paper is being used to give 
practical training and experience in Journalism. Editors are 

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reporters receive credit for one hour per week. 

The Senior class of the Forestry School of Yale will leave 
shortly for its spring field work on a lumber company’s tract of 
some 40,000 acres in Texas. 

Sometime during the summer Professor Todd, of Amherst, 
in company with Mr. Eeo Stevens, the aeronaut, will ascend to a 
great height in a balloon and attempt to receive the signals from 
Mars which so many astronomers maintain are being sent. The 
project has been commended by M. Camille Flammarion, the 
noted French astronomer, who believes that the Martians have in 
all probability signalled to us for more than a thousand years. 

The highest honors of Japan were bestowed upon Charles W. 
Eliot, Harvard’s retiring president. May ii, when Ambassador 
Kogoro Takahira, decorated him with the Japanese Order of the 
Rising Sun. Dr. Eliot is the sixth person in this country to 
receive the insignia of this order, which corresponds to the Grand 
Cross of the Legion of Honor in France and to the Order of the 
Bath in England. 







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Fifty Years Ago—Richard S. Holmes, ’62 - - 175 

En Route—Frank A. Farnsworth, Jr., ’09 - 179 

Life at the University of Oxford—B isnop Hall - 180 

Mater—Frank A. Farnsworth, Jr., ’09 - - 186 

Student Life at Cambridge, England—W. M. Warlow 187 

What a Snow Storm Did for Middlerury College— 

Samuel Ward Boardman, ’50 - - - 193 

College Improvements - - - - 193 

Obituary, Rev. Webster Ingersoll, ’73—N. B. Smith, ’63 195 

A Few Ideals for a Country College— 

President John M. Thomas, ’90 - - 197 

College Administration—John A. Viele, ’09 - 221 

Roster of the Freshman Class - - 224 

■ Newspaper Clippings About “Middlebury” - 227 

Football—Manager H. D. Leach, To - - 230 

The Editor - - - - - - 231 

.Alumni Notes - - - - - 232 

College Notes - - - - - 238